Canes Football: The Return Edition

Because of (1) having my mouth washed out with soap as a child; and (2) Hurricanes football, I’ve been silent for a while now.

Others have not remained silent. Some actively rooted for Miami to lose. Others flew banners. Others still cheered for the Canes. I’m not here to condemn any of these actions. Truth be told, more losses would ensure Golden’s firing, and a better future for Miami. Truth be told whether anyone in the administration admits it or not, those banners made a difference. Truth be told, the players deserved to have fans cheering for them. There was no right answer.

So I remained silent. At first, the urge remained to scream at the top of my lungs: Fire Golden; Fire D’Onofrio; I can’t believe you took away longtime season ticket holders’ seats; I can’t believe we’re irrelevant in the ACC; How are we irrelevant in the Coastal?; How do you put 10 players in the NFL and only win 6 games?

And then Golden was fired. And then Miami played a top 25 team on the road. At night. With a long walk from the locker room. Without its starting QB (and team leader). On the heels of losing a beloved family member.

I watched a team play the entire game like it was the last game of their lives. I saw a team play to the echo of the whistle. I saw a team defeat both the opposition and the refs. I saw a team that refused to quit, despite giving up a last second touchdown to a player that never crossed the goal line. I saw a team literally will itself to win. Quite frankly, I saw the Miami of old.